Me And My Airship (Or: The Musings Of An Engineer)

July 20th, 1822.

We’ve done it.
As I lay down my tools for the last time,
Here stands before me the fruit of my labour.
This night, a technology beyond its time has been born.

She truly is beautiful.
A skin of wood and brass,
And a heart of gears and steam
Come together to create life.
Her propellers shine like buttons in the low light.

Soon I’ll climb up and take the wheel,
And steer her to new horizons,
But where will she go? That,
I don’t think I know quite yet.

It’s just a pity to know that
After I’m dead and gone,
I won’t know what’ll happen to her.
Will she be quite the same without me at the helm?

But this I promise:
As long as I am alive,
I shall never leave her alone.
She and I, an inseparable duo.
Always going to new places, trying new things.

She is my creation. And that is a fact that I shall never allow time to take from me…

The engineer puts down his quill, tired from his tough working day.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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